I am busy arranging my work Christmas party. It doesn\u2019t take much doing really, there\u2019s only me and my Mistress who work in our office and then my Master joins us occasionally. The biggest problem as a dog is finding places that will take you seriously when you ring up to make a booking. I get as far as giving my name as \u2018Alfie Dog\u2019 and they assume I\u2019m just some joker and hang up on me. I guess it must be like this for humans whose parents gave them unfortunate names. There is no one with the surname \u2018Dog\u2019 in our phone book, there\u2019s a Dogan and a couple of Doggets. Let\u2019s be honest, Dogget is more unfortunate than Dog as surname\u2019s go, perhaps I should ring them and ask if they ever have this problem.<\/p>\n
In the end I have given in to my Mistress\u2019s suggestion of her and me having a quiet Christmas party of our own at home. Neither one of us is a party animal, so we\u2019ll probably be happier that way. I asked if we could try the \u2018Pin the nose on Rudolph\u2019 crackers that she\u2019s bought, but apparently I\u2019ve got to wait until Christmas day to try those.<\/p>\n
One very good thing that has happened is that the caravan with very noisy dogs that was parked on my favourite walk has gone. The caravan itself wasn\u2019t doing any harm but I got into a shouting match with the dogs every time we went past and to be honest, even I can see that my behaviour was getting a little out of hand. It has meant that in the interest of my Mistress\u2019s sanity we have been walking a different route, but we didn\u2019t like that as much. We are both happy to have the land back. We went on a long muddy walk to celebrate.<\/p>\n
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